This is a song about "Its sunday"

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

What up girl, tell me how you been

Its in operation

God is in my life every sunday im in the steeple, i fuck girls while theyr bent in the fetal,

The hate and the evil that you gave mei shine as a reminder of what you've done to my people

I'll have your ass by sunday,

But keep them cigarettes away

Slowing its exponentially

They say nothings ever free

I get dressed in my sunday best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest